If you know anything about me then you know that I love puns and double meanings more than any other inanimate in the world.
March is a month. March is a verb. March is the border (both as a noun and a verb). Lions have prides. Lions are just really big cats. The zodiac sign Leo is a lion (but that’s a summer lion). Lambs are baby sheep, gentle people, outsmarted people. Lamb is also used in reference to the son of God. Lamb is also, apparently, a common surname from the 19th century. And so on.
So, I got to wondering, on this snowy first day of March, why do we say “in like a lion, out like a lamb” and a bajillion other things I’m going to forget about for now. Here is where my research has led me:
We say it because it sounds pretty and we, as humans, are stubborn individuals who refuse to accept what is in front of us so we expend energy hoping for a brighter future. This was a disappointing discovery, to say the least.
Now, how might we twist this in favor of ourselves rather than trying to predict mother nature? (PS- It was in the high 50s all weekend and now it is snowing and icy, good luck predicting something 30 days from now)
Well, let’s see here, I can march forward with the strength of a lion and use my confidence and, ahem, dominance, to influence all the lambs. Sounds a bit cocky for my tastes, but tone it down (or up) to suit your personality.
Here’s the meat of the argument: We can control nothing but ourselves. We can influence certain other things around us. We use phrases that sound pretty or give us hope, in hopes that it will make a difference. But really, the only thing that can make a difference in this world is ourselves. Each person making a difference then grows the population of difference makers to generate an even bigger effect and so on and so forth.
Just go forth, take whatever weather you were blessed with today and find a way to love it. Lions, lambs, March, August, none of that really matters. All that matters is how you use today.